Wasted

I'm wasted.

He got me trembling in fear,

I have been living a life of daily horror since that night.

And I'm wasted.

I wasted my life...I wasted my LI--FFEEE!!!

I wasted my future, all because I didn't develop a plan.

I hate this man. He controlled me, he controlled my past, he controlled my laughs...and now my cries.

His sweet hello said a sad goobye.

He was now being outlined,

face down in his own blood.

And I'm wasted.

What was I to do?!

What was I to do, when I never been in love to know that someone who claimed to love  me really hated me?

And I'm wasted.



POP, POP, POP!!!

Somebody called the cops.

He played me like a game... his personal remote that he controlled.

He promised me a ring but, I was not exspecting the one around my eye.

He promised me platinum, instead I have chrome on my wrist.

And I'm wasted.

I got about a pound of liquor in my belly.

I need it for this ride. This is the end result to listening to all of his lies.

Ambulances and the whole damn fire department came. All because I said another man's name.

He couldn't hear the truth, so for my life I had to shoot.

I'm in the back of the back for life heading downtown...the King has taken my crown.



And now he's wasted.